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[400yearsold.livejournal.com]

WHO: Adam Monroe (400yearsold), Saitou Hajime (moarcigsplz), Riku Tachibana (heavenlyorigin), Ken Ichijouji (digikaiser), Milo Thatch (cartoholic), and Kyosuke Kiryu (satisfiedsigner).
WHERE: Ryoko's Restaurant aka that Japanese place Adam works at.
WHEN: Sometime in February.
WARNINGS: Nothing and probably nothing. Will update if something happens.
SUMMARY: Everybody who spoke Japanese ever is gonna go hang at Ryoko's and...well, speak Japanese and stuff.
FORMAT: Paragraph.

Adam really didn't like work. No. Change that. He really didn't like work when there wasn't anything to do. As of this morning, he had mostly been sitting around, playing with a spare rubber band he had found. They had a grand total of two customers today. Two. While boredom wasn't anything new to the immortal, that didn't mean that he liked it. Boredom sucked.

So, when the door opened, Adam perked up. Finally! Something to do! He grabbed a menu and turned to the person who entered, big smile on his face. "Welcome to Ryoko's Restaurant! How many are in your party?" He had this stuff memorized backwards and forwards. The fake smile, the chipper attitude, the 'let me help you!' look on his face. Being a waiter was pathetically easy. Still, it paid. Anything to kill boredom.

Comments

Yeah no customers for a time and then 4 all at the same time? I know that feeling XD

[wolfofmibu]

Saitou paused and stopped observing the two, getting Kyosuke's gist and following him over, setting his katana beside his chair and idly glancing down at the menu. They certainly had a detailed one. And he was still picking up the random Japanese conversations around the restaurant, and for some reason was getting an especially tuned-in one of some of the cooks in the back. The wolf paused to put his elbow on the table and cover one ear, a very subtle grimace on his face. If this happened frequently in public, he'd have to figure out how to control it.

--Ah, soba, there it was. Though the Mibu wolf wasn't sure if he wanted to look at the chilled variety for today; hot soba with tsuyu was his favorite, after all. The former Shinsengumi idly figured he'd go with that for now. Perhaps finally getting a taste of home again after so long would lift his spirits.

Slowly, a bit cautiously, Saitou removed his hand from covering his ear, and immediately began picking up conversations again. Damn, he thought irritated. This really was becoming an issue. What had that Iron Man done? Now he could probably be tortured with sound devices-- he'd just have to make do, that's all. A hitokiri would always be a hitokiri. Or so I had thought, Saitou mulled, drifting a bit while just staring at the kanji on his menu. The Battousai laying down his katana for a sakabatou had never sat well with Saitou, especially upon hearing that man's Answer for how to atone his sins.

Forget about him, Saitou chided himself. He's dead, and as much as you would like to kill him, you can't right now.

He supposed he could at least imagine the action and make do with that, for now. Yes, that would work.

[ooc: failed and hit the wrong reply button *smacks forehead*]